Nevada County picayune., 1887-08-18

ANh" tuC OeuCi Sdlu, l CS, CO uOI row; on Christmas day. He will be here"
 It was night. The stars were glittering down with a keen fro st, light; the shops glistened in theil Christmas array; but the same sense of hushed expectancy per vaded everything. There seemed to be nothing doing; and each per sou looked wistfully on his neigh Dor as if to say, have you heard!
 Suddenly, as 1 walked, an angeI form was with me, gliding sOftl, by my side. The face was solemn serene and calm. Above tae fore. head was a pale, tremulous phOs. phorOus radiance of light, purer than any on eartl-a light of | quality so different from that OI the street lamps my celestial at tendant seemed to move in q sphere alone.
 Yet, though l felt awe, felt a sort of confding love as said Tell me, is 1t really true! Is Christ coming!
 "He is, said the stranger. To morrow He will be here."
 "What joy" l said.
 "Is it joy! said the angel. Alas, to many in this city it is only ter TOT, Come with me-"
 In d moment l seemed as stand ing with him ill parlOr of one of the chief palaces of the city. A stout, ilOrid, bald headed man was seated at a table covered with pa. pers, which he Was sorting over with nervous anxiety, mutterlu 2 to himself as he did so. On a sofa lay sad looking, delicate woman her emaciated hands clasped over a little book. The room was, in all it's appointments q witness of boundless wealth. Gold and sil. yer, and gems and foreign turni. ture. and costley pictures and ar. ticlcs of virtue-everything that money could bny-were heapd to-. gether; and yet the man himself seemed to me to have been nei. ther elevated nor refined by the confluence of all these treasures. He seemed nervous and uneasy. He wiped the sweat from his brow and spoke:
 Fl don't know, wife, how you feel, but l don't like this news. don't understand it. It puts a stop to everything that know anything ahout.'
 "Oh, Jolinw sad the woman, turning toward him face pale and fervent, and clasping her hands, Show can you say sO?"
 And as she spoke 1 could see breaking out above her head a tremulOus light, like that above the brow of an angel.
 "Well, Mary, it's the truth. l don't want to mect-well, wish he would put it of. What does He want of of me! I'd be willing to make Over-well, three millions to found an hospital if He'd be satisfied and let me go on. Yes, I'd give three millions-to buy of from him to morrow.'
 ''Is He not our best irend!"
 "Best Friend, said the the man, with a look of half fright, half an. ger. Mary, you don't know what you're talking about. You know I always hated those things. There is no use in it, 1 cant see into them. In fact, hate them"
 She cast on him a look full OI pity Cannot make you see, she said.
 No, indeed you can't. Why look here, he added, pointing tH the papers, here is what stands fol millions! To night it's mine; and tO morrow it will be all so much waste paper; and then what have left! Do yon think l can rejoice; I'd give half: yes. the whole, not to have Him come these hundre wears She stretched out hel thin hand toward him, but he push ed it back.
 Do you see? said the angel t' me solemnly; between him and hel there is a great gnlt fixed. The, have lived in one house with thai gulf between them for years! Sht cannot go to him; he cannot com' to her. To morrow she will ilst to Christ as dewdrop to the sun and he will call tu the mountains